It rains... this rain seems like a miracle to heaven: I would pay for it. I open the often closed window of my room: a thousand drops of water fall, between the ruscelli tiles and the gutters are resurrected from the water that refreshes and purifies the air.
I'm looking for peace because I don't feel well: I'm dizzy, I have headaches and nausea. I've lost my "few" health these months.
I fight between emotional and physical, I fight against monsters who know if there are or not. I fight against the cold but also against the excessive heat; I try to keep myself away from all that is destructive even if someone might argue otherwise... his judging voice has lost some importance to me.
The piano sounds but the music is low volume and they say it has a therapeutic effect... it's Emiliano Toso's music. In fact, sometimes listening to it would seem like I felt better and today... the rain and music inspired these words of mine... with which I would like to pamper myself in a moment of safety and protection from what makes me sick.
I would / want to welcome and feel welcomed ... I want to replace the race the slow pace of proceeding calm, the shouting silence.
To violence peace, to invasion respect.
I put an arm in the mosquito net hole that made "our" cat and let the drops of water sting my hand; I look at the sky, I breathe the air.
"I lose myself" in the green of the leaves and the "my illness" of not feeling ready, of not feeling well to accept the demands of the outside.
Love, just Love I want to hear.
